Long Distortion Poems
Long Distortion Poems. Below are the most popular long Distortion by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Distortion poems by poem length and keyword.
© Francis Maugo
This weak flaw you see in
The length of my cheeks,
Just helps me to remember the
Traumatic adventure that came to pass for me,
The occurrence that left
just a single man standing,
The disaster that was
To be discussed for age.
This distortion you see on my left cheek,
Projects my brain back to the misery
Also, torment I went through,
The aggravation and wounds that
Could consume a huge chunk of time to mend,
It additionally portrays of how ardent
I was to bear every one of the hurts.
This wounds you witness
In my nauseating face,
Provided me with the new significance of life,
It advised me that we as it were
Live once; life's excessively short,
Subsequently valuing each
microsecond in one's life.
Here on the cusp of all things, is where I succumb
Ceding my stuff blindly, toward oblivion and none
Unwilling to persevere, without a modicum of fun
Listing in perpetual stasis, til the spasm’s undone
And yet a god may save me, or a talisman of love
Some prophet of euphoria, quelling ennui thereof
Placing good tidings, into a universal equation
Edifying eternity…..revealing its exact duration…..
Alas he speaks in riddles, and treads a mobius strip
Each cycle forming a twist, convoluting his trip
Determined I follow, my awareness in collapse
Narrow-mindedly stumbling into mortality traps
Now I sense the endgame, but decline to exalt
Its a distortion, an abortion, a cataclysmic fault
Chance meeting with a nihilist, yields positive results
Unable to see past zero, he reveals nothing but cults
Here on the cusp of all things, is where I begun
A contorted brain-f*ck, had no choice but to come
A demon of clarity, with an open ended measure
One who gives to please, but prefers taking pleasure
To believe for one moment, I’d live off a dying spark
Only denies potential, when again life goes dark
With more light to come, my sunglasses prepared
Eternity’s not polarised, just infinitely layered
If a blind man articulates, I’ve seen all this before
Screaming and convinced “I’m a seer at my core”
Could be he’s mistaken, or deluded with Déjà vu
Begs his final question, “do I have a point of view”?
Improve or fix something in your immediate surroundings.
Prolifically - (Like your life depends on it)
Submit your entire attention, will power and physical action to it.
Harnessing, directing and converting energies of internal emotion (raw creative power)
however dark they seem - is how to turn our inner demons into inner strength.
Lead into gold! It is our rocket fuel to paint pictures, climb mountains and fight tigers. Free this imprisoned power. Do something with it! Or it will escape jail and terrorise you and those around you.
The effects of acting now come swift!
The risk if you don't could be dire;
Nothing else matters in this moment, other than gaining inner control... You cant help anyone until you help your self.
The quicker you act, the sooner relief should come...
The energy needs converting into physical or creative action, it needs an outlet or it will escape and damage.
It will Leak.
Creative power coming through distortion creates destruction.
Creative power coming through clarity, creates progress.
Creative power will create regardless.
That is its nature.
You can choose what it creates...
Find relief. From Belief. In your Self!
(Take Ferocious Action!)
Music helps ??
?? Best wishes - U.P
Don Ask Me 'Bout Exacerbation Of Trumpeted "FAKE" News
The prez best get sent packing
to Lake woebegone
forced to coexist amidst University
of Pennsylvania Dutch
men in breaches
(May Apple lie)
swampy netherlands awash
with bipedal hominid
sucker pun ching leaches
where within every
whirled wide webbed
nook and cranny
Nietzscheism reaches,
and survival of fittest
iz basic credo,
and dogmatic ethos,
analogous to an apprentice teaches
a most frightful distortion of facts,
and make up mistruths
indiscriminately bandied about
said alarmist blatant LIES
blithely stated with dangerous clout
appearing oblivious and totally
clueless without a doubt
punctuating with doubt Thomas
pettifogging questionable details
FALSE exclamations
generating fear with mindless
ignorance exaggerating protocols
as he doth emphatically flout
begetting, engendering,
and inflicting emotional gout
nothing accomplished by
hash tagging him a "LOUT"
and more opprobrious affect
would ensue anew
undeservedly praising him,
whose animus toward
Democrats would brew
but no matter what (tick)
tack toe taken,
he got nary a clue
about vital issues,
which lack of insight
even Scoobie Doo
would agree, heck the Americans
may as well install an emu
with more positive
forthcoming results,
cuz dis dope head like hellacious,
ludicrous, pernicious evils
in Pandora's box flew
his every actions
destroying essential glue
that sets this country apart
approximating Democracy, where hue
mans comprise melting pot,
whether Eskimos in their
(fast melting) igloo
gentile, heathen, or Jew
experience limitless
pasta billet teas
applying their new
dill (aptitude) reaching
titular status of parvenu
especially trumping proper, "P's"
and most every "Q."
The Vulture's Grin
Beguiled are the victims of his sin..
Welcome, welcome to the Vulture's Grin.
With handsome looks and effortless charm..
Don't be fooled.. it's all part of the harm.
He claims he wears his heart on his sleeve..
But that's just another way to deceive.
For behind that smile so polished and bright..
Lurks a bitter soul that thrives in the night.
The lies will flow.. he's mastered the art..
Of gaining your trust before tearing apart.
Behind closed doors where no one can see..
You'll find yourself trapped with no chance to flee.
What's his is his; he'll never share..
He'll drain you dry without a care.
The promises made are merely a guise..
A web of distortion, deceit, and lies.
As he ruffles his feathers and feeds on your soul..
It won't be long till he swallows you whole.
And once he's taken all he can gain..
He'll cast you aside without guilt or shame.
So heed this warning and don't be fooled..
He's arrogant, heartless, and viciously cruel.
Turn and run fast while you still can..
The Vulture's Grin is his master plan.
"If I weren’t afraid, I'd..." move to heaven.
But suicide is frowned upon, up there.
It seems there is NO path free of leaven
neglect yields censure, insults follow care
Does gay marriage do well to make this point -
should kids not be borne to this broken world?
Not a lifestyle I'd prefer or anoint,
but granted, earth's end IS being unfurled.
Unfurled with red flags touting abortion,
A second issue that I can't endorse.
As ethical questions flout distortion,
many gallop down this barbaric course.
The border gleans talk, such politic-ese
Opinions thereon, I judge have gone south.
Concentration camps, bah humbug, puh-lease!
"Want credit for the rain, take blame for drought."
August 17, 2019, edited September 10, 2019
back in the days before coronavirus captured the conversation
last line quote, Dwight Morrow
"A use of physical force so as to damage or injure; passion, fury, distortion of meaning, desecration". Such defining words is the meaning of violence. Let's imagine giving the microphone to Mr. Violence, providing him a voice and an audience to see what he has to say:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen. If you have never met me, count your blessings. If you should never encounter me, you are among the most fortunate of earthlings. My name is Mr. Violence, but feel free to drop the 'Mr.' because I am not an honorable entity. I strike fear in both the public and private domains. The insides of my being is itself a war-zone with which even I cannot make peace. I bid you not be surprised that I am dominated by fear and indeed I am the coward of the planet and controlled by evil. My rein of terror roams throughout the earth, and my thirst for blood is never quenched. It's not just this planet, but I am universally mobilized as I crash and burn throughout the galaxy. You are constantly making gallant attempts to combat, curtail, and in every way you try to control me, but I cannot be stopped or destroyed until my day of doom has come, and it will, perhaps sooner than later. Until then, I'll keep wrecking and ruining, making war, and consuming".
Mr. Violence had his say, but what say ye? There appears to be a culmination, a mad rush to who knows what, and in Mr. Webster's words, 'a distortion of meaning'. But what say ye? Let's take life by the hands and live, love, and laugh, never allowing Violence to hold us hostage, realizing that in the end, we win. Let's stay in tune with God, not only to survive with our heads down and hearts filled with terror. Let's return wholeheartedly with a drive not to survive but to thrive.
08072019cjPoSoup
Ghosts were whispering into my ear
As I thought of those old days
I can't help but laugh at how stupid this is
At how I'm perfectly content yet crave more
It was like a car crash
I saw it coming
And I swerved to avoid it
Too late
I saw your face in that picture
And the car that is my heart slammed against my ribs
As hard as it could
It hurt
I'm sure she wouldn't like it
If she knew I still craved you
But why do I
When I'm so happy with her?
I could hit myself, I'm being so stupid
And as I look at how I'm building myself
An introvert who shuns the outside
Am I wrong for it?
You certainly looked haunted
But then again, you always did
Always so empty
As if it was my complete calling in life to fill in what was missing
You're making me braver
To the point of stupidity
How bad will I hurt everyone around me and myself
To see just how far I will go?
The distortion is closing in
Filling my eyes, ears and soul
Stinging my throat and burning my breath
Give me one last taste before I lose my senses
Integral Permaculture Design,
like restorative EarthJustice therapies,
and compassionate communication skills training,
May become aptly applied
to both private
and public
ecological business planning
for optimizing health wealthing resilience.
So, you say,
my monotheistic creation teacher,
but these inside/outside healing classes
may require unspoken prerequisites
of openness to whole organic systems planning,
so that polycultural ecological business health planning
is also ecofeminist win/win nurturing busyness
through bicameral co-passionate wealth communications
of sacred spantheistic
neuro-sensory safe-systems
ego-body/eco-mind bipartisan design.
PermaPolyCultural Design
measures secular health
and predicts longterm sacred compassionate resilience
as anthro-privileged participants grow
more polyculturally symbiotic,
complexly ego/ecosystemic
A co-empathic system
of which we are all a pantheistic
communal
cooperative
co-invested
holonic portion
resisting trauma distortion
Rooted in a full nature/spirited
neuro-sensory communion core
With a nearly full octave
of spinal chakra-sensed
consciousness,
more root and gut felt
as Elder RightBrain Core
deep sacred listening
anticipating win/win
LeftBrain resonant health intentions
and RightBrain resilient positive feeling
extensions
Devoid of anxious about win/lose
LeftBrain dominant
and RightBrain recessive
negative lack of monopolistic incomes
Depressive
oppressive
repressive
monocultural unconsciousness
Perennial monotheistic
anthro-supremacist
ego-privileged monochromatic
images
Historically patriarchal
win/lose capitalist
white privileged
homophobic elitist hierarchies
enabling Western predative corporate colonization
leading to pathological climate over-heating
Poisoning
rabidly over-populating
secularized RightWing mono-untheistic
degeneration toward desecrating ecocide.
Integral PolyCultural Communion Design
prefers to go in the opposite
core-systemic/root-sacred
neuro-sensory win/win
co-empathic
bicameral peak experience ********
re-direction
Resonant sense-receptive EarthHealth
and anthro-mindbody safe wealth
optimally resilient
co-operatively co-invested
brilliant.
Before sunrise the firmament,
silent and luminous
kept all its stars under guard,
and none would go astray,
because the voice of God they obey;
and their names, unknown to us,
are spoken by Him with kindness
and carried on the currents
of a mighty wind,
which are moved by a command!
I express my enthusiasm,
to elevate my lyrics to the heights
of the shimmering luminaries;
this praise emerges from a deep gratefulness...
and unlikely any other emotion it conveys,
mine is never repressed by feeling,
it goes beyond my understanding
to why it was created with such a magnificence...
for that specific purpose humans aren't aware of,
but doesn't it attest to a Supreme Intelligence?
After sunset the perfect firmament
glows with light to overwhelm me
with more awe and less controversy,
and why should there be doubts
to obliterate every evidence from my thought;
when faith is evanescent, all thoughts
become empty and improvident...
so that the Creator is shredded of glory!
My excitement is induced by contemplation,
dissenting the theory of evolution;
how can distortion render conviction...
if all it does is cause more division?
This assumption doesn't tolerate belief,
it is utterly senseless and full of hypocrisy,
conceiving the Creation as a myth;
are we subdued by its plausibility?